User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-3135907-20160718225616/@comment-2246928-20161006003831

"They- bloody- better!" The vole gritted out. A piece of ice flew in whatever part of his face he unconcealed to speak and he snarled, rubbing it out of his eyes. "Yeeaargh! Curse this weather, curse it, curse it!"